Her boss and a needy pussy

Abbie slipped underneath the hem of the rather voluminous sheet that comprised the ghost costume of her mysterious partier. The buxom eighteen-year-old's vision was already hampered by her lack of eyeglasses. The surprisingly dense white sheet and the low lighting of her masquerade ball made it near impossible to tell who had beckoned her to them.

The rest home's new activities director used her hands to acclimate herself, finding the person's legs to either side of her as Abbie crouched under the sheet. The person's calves were bare, smooth and felt very feminine. She continued to trace her hands higher, each set of fingers traveling on a different leg. The woman's thighs were very full and thick, unlike most of the elderly ladies she had entertained. Abbie's mind sought out a face to go with the body, her hands traveling higher still. The teen was surprised to find no clothes as of yet underneath the costumed person's ghostly cloak of white.

The brunette's violet eyes had begun to adjust to the low light, and she could begin to make out the form of the woman's body. One hand travelled across a full moon of assflesh as the other coursed through a thicket of dark pubes. Abbie knew what was expected of her when she had been picked out, and was courteously ready to oblige. Abbie rose to her knees and began to nose into the woman's pubic bush.

She felt two hands grasp the back of her head through the covering of the ghoul's sheet and urge her on. "Oh, yes, Harris!"

Abbie managed to angle her head upwards and look past the naked pendulous boobs above her. Though the face was still disguised by the sheet covering, her suspicions were now confirmed. Only her boss, the home's director, ever called her by her last name. Of course, she recognized Miss Barnard by her voice and it's authoritative tone as well. The woman seemed to be looking for a way to get her alone every since the 'strip search' of weeks ago.

And now she had Abbie, apparently where she wanted her. Between her legs.

"Show me the talented tongue that has the whole home talking, Harris!" the middle-aged woman softly cooed to Abbie as the recently schooled pussylicker put her new talents to work. The cat costumed teen used her long nails to pull apart the flaps of cuntflesh, nudging her button nose against the swollen grape of the woman's clit as she dug her tongue deeper into the well-used gash.

"Aah, yess!!" growled the director, having moved with Abbie a few feet over into a corner by the punch bowl table. The woman had the biggest smile on her face, under the sheet. She had finally got the silly cow where she wanted her. Barnard leaned against the table, her legs already weakening under the sexy eighteen-year-old's talented tongue.

"Fuck my pussy like that, Harris! Eat it all up!" groaned Abbie's boss.

Words were now lost on Abbie, though, for the woman had crushed the thick columns of her thighs against the shell-like ears of the nursing home's aide. The brunette kept lapping at her boss' spasming snatch for all she was worth, though, knowing the only way to appease the cruel woman was to bring her to orgasm. As two long fingers helped to work on the woman's cunt walls, Abbie's other hand reached up to tweak the distended nipples of the woman's large breasts.

The middle-aged spinster couldn't take any more. She began to shake, pushing Abbie's face as hard into her crotch as she could without raising a lot of attention. The working digits of the teen were rewarded with a cascade of pussyjuice.

Abigail Harris couldn't help herself. The frantic mewlings of the woman and the smell of her sex had caused the catgirl to rub her own pussy furiously through the black flocked velvet, wetting herself in the process. She lapped furiously at her boss' secretions now, trying not to miss a drop.

Each female finally peaked, and sat basking in their own afterglow. Abbie could hear the heavy breathing of the older woman as she tried to collect herself. The breaths seemed to match her own labored ones.

Moments later, Abbie heard a "Good work, Harris!" from above, as if her boss had just gone over the monthly planning information with her. She then felt the woman step forward, gradually uncovering her as the ghost swept towards the exit.

Abigail shook her head with a sort of dazed smile, picking herself off the floor, straightening her skintight catsuit.

Frank Rosen had caught sight of the ghost earlier, it had been looking like the sheeted person was having fun with dear Abbie. He was curious as to who was under the sheet. As the apparition walked past him and his crony, he slipped his scythe blade under the material and caught it on the blade's edge. The sheet pulled swiftly off the departing home head's body.

Rosen's eyes, and nearly everyone else's at the masquerade ball, nearly popped out of their sockets when the naked body of their well-fed nursing home director was suddenly on display before them.

The director shrieked, stunned at being disrobed and on display. She tried to find the door as she ineffectively attempted to cover her generous attributes. Laughter began to fill the room as the old folks got over the shock and began to realize this was their shrew of a director naked before them. John Ray was nearly doubled over in laughter, poor Frank was in the middle of the room, mumbling, "I didn't expect her to be nekkid under there!"

"Oh, you miserable people!" was all Miss Barnard could say, flushed from head to toe, before she slipped out the exit.